When I think of Big Sur, I can’t help but smell the Redwood forest after the rain. My mind instantly transports me to a chilly misty morning, when the ferns are bright green, and the paths through the forests are bright red with fallen leaves. For so many years the land of Big Sur held my broken heart as I pieced it back together. The highway seemed to be where my deepest tears broke away and flowed as intensely as the river after a winter storm. The wildness of the coastline mirroring my own inner landscape. I will forever love Big Sur, the land that held me as I found myself.